When I first saw Le Miz in L.A. I was totally swept away. Well, my poor mother was having quite a bit of back pain that night and it was all she could do to sit there for three plus hours. At the very end, when all the ghosts start appearing, I got the biggest lump in my throat, and I thought I was gonna lose it. Right as Eponine walked out in the costume she wore earlier, (every other ghost was in white) my Mother turned to me and said, rather loudly, “Why isn’t SHE wearing white?” Boy did that ruin it for me. We had a good laugh about it later.
When I finally saw Jennifer Holiday do DREAMGIRLS, at the end of the first act I was bawling like a baby.
For a time, also, I could not see a production or listen to La Mancha without crying.
PEACE.